Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер)

Sonnet 11. Mark When She Smiles With Amiable Cheare

Mark when she smiles with amiable cheare,
And tell me whereto can ye lyken it:
when on each eyelid sweetly doe appeare,
an hundred Graces as in shade to sit.
Lykest it seemeth in my simple wit
vnto the fayre sunshine in somers day:
that when a dreadfull storme away is flit,
thrugh the broad world doth spred his goodly ray
At sight whereof each bird that sits on spray,
and euery beast that to his den was fled:
comes forth afresh out of their late dismay,
and to the light lift vp theyr drouping hed.
So my storme beaten hart likewise is cheared,
with that sunshine when cloudy looks are cleared.

1. Sonnet 50. Long Languishing In Double Malady
2. Sonnet 38. ARion, When Through Tempests Cruel Wracke
3. Sonnet 56. Fayre Ye Be Sure, But Cruell And Vnkind
4. Sonnet 81. Fayre Is My Loue, When Her Fayre Golden Heares
5. Sonnet 31. Ah Why Hath Nature To So Hard A Hart

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